On the 24th floor.

 

What are you doing in Harvey’s office?

Stealing office supplies. If you call cash and valuables “office supplies.”

Of course I’ll have to report this.

I don’t know if Frank reads your emails.  Wow!!  IMAO-themed soaps in Harvey’s washrooms!!  Cats, walruses, cayley graphs, cliffs, and all these other indefinable shapes . . . some swag!  Hand me that trash can.

Oh, someone asked where you were at the party today.  Where were you?

I was in the cake.

Oh, yeah, the cake . . .  I never did give the signal for you to pop out, did I?

Come to think of it, I never told the guys to bring the cake up from the loading dock, did I?  I must have gotten distracted during the limbo contest . . .

Not much air in a cake…

Well, there are going to be plenty more cakes from now on!  Harvey left a bundle of cash, and said it was to upgrade the High Tea department.

Could he possibly have said “the I.T. department”?

Maybe.  So anyway, we used it for the pool party.

Oh. Where was this?

At the pool.

The what?

The company pool.

Where is that?

That leaky thing on the floor above your storeroom.

I was wondering about that.

Well, as the song says, “One man’s ceiling is another man’s floor.”

What does that mean?

It means you should have been upstairs at the pool instead of in the basement in a cake.

I don’t play pool. I used to play at First Baptist. True story. But that was a long time ago. I don’t play anymore. I wouldn’t fit in.

Sorry, I only caught the last four words of that; but, if Harvey calls, I’ll relay it.

I don’t do relay races either. I got a funny story about that. Back in high school…

*ring tone*

Ah!  It’s Harvey.  Shall I tell him you’ll be in charge of High Teas, also, from now on?  Wonderful.  {Exits, talking on phone}

I wonder who that was?